Teasing my guy about driving his new car and being bad

Last Tuesday, my guy and I walked to his new car, so he could drive us to our usual restaurant by our workplace for lunch.

"You're supposed to be on the passenger side of the car. I'm driving," I teased him.
"No! Nice try," my guy said.

To recap, my guy recently got a pre-owned manual car. He will not let me drive it, even if I get lessons to successfully learn how to drive a manual car. He's extremely protect of his prized possession. I love to tease him about it.

Although my guy won't let me drive it, he did tell me how the gear numbers work. His car only goes up to gear 6.

"What if I can't count?" I teased, being the one who has a minor in mathematics.
''Here, let me show you how it works," he said, placing my hand on the stick shift, and his hand guiding mine as he shifted gears a few times.
"I like this a lot," I said, smiling at him.
"I do, too."

Of course, I had to tease him some more.

"What if I want a gear of 8?" I asked him.
"My car only goes to 6," he stated.
"But, I want 8. Can you customize that for me?" I teased him.
"You can drive a big rig. It goes up to gear 12 or something."

We had lunch together. It was yummy. The company was, too.

When we walked back to his car, I continued teasing him.

"Give me your car keys. I can drive us back," I said, grinning at him.
"Nope," he replied.
"I will be careful," I said, batting my eyes.
"You should be careful. I may have to bend you over and spank you now."

It's wonderful when my teasing helps get me into trouble.

Brown M&M's image on my cell phone's lock screen and legs

I am a fan of the M&M's characters. It made sense to me to have a new M&M's wallpaper for my new cell phone's lock screen. I decided to use this one, courtesy of M&M's:

I showed my guy the photo at lunch the other day, which sparked this conversation:

"I like this photo. She reminds me of me. I have the same type of glasses. I also like going to Starbucks," I told my guy.
"Yes. You are also sophisticated and stylish like she is," my guy explained.
"Really? Are you sure that you have the right girl?" I asked him.
"I am positive," my guy replied. "You have nicer legs that she does, though."

My guy is sweeter than the candy-coated chocolate that never melts in your hands.

Treehouse time and my bare butt on display

Last Thursday, my guy asked if we could have treehouse time after work. I was fine with that. He was happy about it, too.

I was in a 2.5-hour work meeting that ended at 17:30. It was good timing, as my guy's class ended ten minutes after that.

He sent me an instant message, asking if I was ready to go. I was. Oddly, he took the elevator up to my office floor as I was leaving. I suppose that the men's washroom on his floor was out of service.

I met him at our usual parking lot these days. The lot belongs to a church, which is different.

My guy got there about five minutes after I had arrived. We proceeded to get into the backseat of my car.

We hugged and kissed. It seemed like ages since our lips locked. It felt wonderful.

He unzipped my blue jacket. He caressed my breasts. I caressed the back of his head and chest as we continued to kiss.

He found the button on my purple jeggings and undid them. I had to intervene.

"My jeggings don't have a zipper," I warned him.
"That's okay. How about this?"

My guy pulled both my jeggings and underwear off. He's so bad, but in a good way. His hands were cold. I started to giggle, as they made me ticklish.

"You can't pleasure me with your cold hands!" I exclaimed, holding both of them in my hands to try and warm them up.
"I know they're cold, sweetie. Please warm them up."

I held them for a while. They still felt too cold. Instead, my guy went for a blue latex glove from my glove stash, slipped it on, and pleasured me until I came. It felt so good. I was lethargic afterwards.

He let me lean against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. I kissed his forehead. I also played with my crotch. His penis wasn't erect when I first touched it. However, after rubbing it for a couple of minutes, I could feel it getting longer and harder in his pants.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled his briefs down. I got to give my guy a handjob.

He ejaculated a lot. It was to the point where his semen dripped down past my wrist. It felt good. He obviously felt good, too.

We cleaned up and hugged for a bit. I had trouble pulling my jeggings up, so I had to stand up in the treehouse, which meant that anyone could be looking at my backside.

"If someone does get a glimpse of your cute bare butt, that person would be lucky to see it," my guy said.

He's sweet, as usual.

Work changes thanks to a resignation

November has just started and things are shaking up at work. And, it's not in the direction that I had hoped.

The newest writer, who has only been with the company for less than ten months, handed in her resignation last Friday. I am mixed about her departure. I actually had a premonition about it a couple of weeks ago.

This writer is extremely defensive. I have spent more time calming her down than most. Part of me would like that precious time back if it were possible.

She took on one of my original writing roles. It paved the way for my reviewing everybody's work. As a team, we already have more work than we can handle. She just added more to it.

This writer is a diva to a certain extent. She would arrive at the office after 10:00 am and leave at 17:00. Her reason for leaving so soon was to go home and "cook for [her] children." Nope, they didn't want to microwave food made the night before. They demanded fresh food. So, she got the okay to leave at that hour and work from home at night.

The problem is that you cannot keep tabs on her work at night. Her pace when completing tasks was slower than expected. She also was a bad influence on the shy writer on our team. They spent anywhere between half an hour to an hour having coffee breaks. After my manager spoke to them, their extended coffee breaks still took place.

So, it is likely that I will go back to writing regularly and work for the same project manager who is difficult. I am not pleased with that. I can only hope that another writer is hired soon, because I like my role as a reviewer while pitching in to write other types of documents. Of course, it would be best if this project manager were to retire or leave. We will see what happens.

My guy thinks that my boss can't afford to have me write full-time, as he depends on me to keep tabs on the team and ultimately manage their workload, among some of my duties. I hope that he is right.

It was a good move last week when I decided to book next week off. My guy is currently in Cairo. I will be doing a road trip to Ottawa to visit my former professor, who ended up being a good friend over the years. I have not seen him since he moved from Toronto to Ottawa nearly four years ago.

I hope to resume writing posts that are more enjoyable than this one. I just needed to let some steam off. Moments like this one make me want my guy to return home soon, so he can reassure me that things will be okay. We will see each other in less than two weeks.

Tomorrow is another day. Let's hope it's a good one!

Blowjobs at a Washington Redskins game

I suppose that this Washington Redskins game wasn't all that exciting to diehard fans. They apparently needed blowjobs to spice things up.

Perhaps football tickets are so cheap that these guys can shell out for some side... er, frontal entertainment.

Of note, the team plays at FedEx Field. These women performing the blowjobs got quite the delivery.

Woolly mammoth requests treehouse time

On Thursday, after my guy had paid for our lunch, we waited as his students paid for their meals.

My guy and I decided to catch up:

"Did you wear a coat today?" I asked him, admiring his dress shirt, sweater, and jacket combination.
"I didn't. My sweater is wool and so is my jacket. I'm a woolly mammoth today," he said, smiling.
"You don't look like a mammoth to me. You don't have any tusks," I remarked.
"I have one tusk. It is also hard," my guy said, grinning. "It needs polishing."

We also talked about Sharky, one of my project managers at work. On Monday, he saw me get off the elevator and say hi to my guy, who was waiting in the lobby for me. Sharky has a thing for me, which both my guy and I know about, but he has an odd way of dealing with it.

When I am talking with my manager and the conversation is humourous, Sharky has the need to come in and be a part of the conversation. It happened on Tuesday.

My guy and I were outside with a number of male students, figuring out the car-pooling arrangements to the Middle Eastern restaurant, Sharky came over and made small talk with my guy, who is equally as good at that as I am.

While we were still waiting for the remaining students to pay for their meals, we remarked how unusual it was for Sharky to talk to my guy.

"He has never done that with me," my guy told me.
"I know. It's a strange jealousy thing that he has," I observed.
"You're right. He does like you, but obviously isn't doing anything directly about it."
"It's creepy," I remarked.
"It's okay. It is only creepy if he touches you. I won't let him," my guy said.
"You're sweet," I remarked, smiling at him.
"After work, can we have some treehouse time?" my guy asked.
"Of course," I replied enthusiastically.

It is always great to look forward to treehouse time at the end of the day, especially after a long workday.

Remembering where my guy had parked his car means a spanking for me

My guy is directionally challenged. He relies on a GPS to get him to any destination that he needs. I don't even want to know what would happen to him if this gadget wasn't even invented!

The other day, my guy and I headed out for lunch. I start getting worried when he wanders around the parking lot.

"Do you know where you car is?" I asked him.
"It's somewhere over here," he gestured.
"That's half the top floor of the parking lot," I pointed out.
"I will eventually find it. See, there it is!"

We got into his new car and my guy drove us to our regular restaurant. He can figure out the general vicinity of the restaurant these days. He no longer needs to pull up this saved location on his GPS.

"I decided to do away with my GPS," my guy stated along the way.
"What?!" I questioned and exclaimed simultaneously.
"I have decided to use Google Maps on my phone instead. It's more reliable," he admitted.

I was relieved.

He parked the car and we entered the restaurant. We are regulars there. We are always promptly greeted. The food was yummy. We ordered our usual dishes. I went with the spicy garlic chicken. My guy ordered the spicy ginger beef.

We love spending time together, even if it's for an hour at lunch.

After we had filled our tummies up with good grub, my guy picked up the tab, and we proceeded to walk out the restaurant.

My guy was heading in the wrong direction.

"It's this way, sweetie," I said, pulling his hand in the correct direction.
"Ah, I knew that," he said, smirking.
"No, you didn't. You would have wandered around the entire parking lot, like you normally do," I stated.
"You are such a bad girl," he replied.
"No, I'm a good girl. I am leading you to your car," I stated factually.
"I need to lead you over my knee," he replied.

It's a good thing that I am good with directions. Otherwise, we wouldn't make it back to the office at a decent time. And, I wouldn't get a spanking so quickly.

Having lunch at a Middle Eastern restaurant, being groped, and showing quiet signs of affection

My guy pinged me first thing on Thursday morning on our corporate instant messaging application. It is always nice to hear from him.

He asked me whether it would be okay to change our lunch plans. Two of his students wanted to have lunch with us. I was okay with the extra company, but we would lose some quiet time for ourselves.

Well, I found out later that his entire class wanted to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant for lunch. It was nice meeting his students. I especially enjoyed talking to one gentleman who lives in Dallas, but is originally from London, UK.

My guy and I sat next to each other at the restaurant. He discreetly touched the side of my thigh as we conversed with everyone. I went and caressed his leg. He hiked up his pant leg and I caressed his bare, muscular calf for quite some time while chatting with others.

The food at this restaurant was delicious. My guy and I both had beef shawarmas. I went with the platter version, whereas my guy just had the wrap. We also had hummus and pita bread.

I caressed my guy's thigh. He quietly held my hand under the table.

When our entire group was done, we went to settle the bill. My guy paid for me. He's sweet.

We then all left the restaurant. My guy and I were at the back of the pack. He discreetly and strategically groped my left buttock as we went through the first set of doors. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I quietly grabbed his right hand and squeezed it.

We can be affectionate without being bold. It feels good.

Mondays are better with a sweet guy

We typically dread Monday morning. Its arrival signals the beginning of the workweek for most adults.

Today, I had a different outlook. It was the first day seeing my guy again.

The feeling was mutual. He sent a message on our internal instant messaging system, saying hi during his course break. He indicated that he'd break for lunch at 12:30 pm. I was good with that.

He pinged me at exactly 12:30 pm, asking whether I was ready to go. I was. We met downstairs in the lobby.

My face lit up in a smile as soon as I saw him. He reciprocated. He noticed my blue jacket on and liked it. It is one of the best, cheap purchases I have ever made at Walmart. My guy and I were both impressed at how good it looked.

I threatened to drive his new manual car as we walked towards it in the parking lot. It's fun teasing him. His car looks nice. It was my first time in his car, moulding my butt in the passenger-side seat next to my guy. Yes, he worded the moulding-my-butt comment when we last spoke.

His car drives smoothly. My guy had his hand on his car's stick shift. He strategically placed his right hand on my left thigh. That was nice. We held hands for a bit on his car's stick shift, with mine on top of his.

"I hope you don't confuse the car's stick shift with your own," I teased.
"The question is whether you will get them confused," my guy grinned.
"Let me see," I remarked, running my hand down the car's stick shift. "Hard to tell. Get it?"

He liked my pun, as corny as it was. We continued to enjoy each other's company as he drove us to our usual hangout for lunch.

Mondays are better when you get to spend it with your loved one.

Reliving Nintendo handheld gaming systems and never wanting to grow up

When I was in grade 12, just before my December exams, I saved up enough money to buy my first handheld gaming system. I got a Game Boy.

The store that I purchased my monochrome Game Boy was Consumers Distributing. It was essentially a catalogue service. You'd mark the items that you wanted on a piece of paper, and you'd then hand it to staff who would go into the warehouse to find your item. This store has since disappeared, as has the original Game Boy.

Here is a page from a Consumers Distributing flyer that likely caught my eye back then:

Courtesy: Forum Vancouver

By the way, I also purchased the rechargeable AC adapter later months later.

Well over a decade later, I decided to get another Nintendo handheld gaming system. I went with the Game Boy Advance SP. I purchased mine in grey. The screen was colour! You could fold the system in half.

On the weekend, I went to Shoppers Drug Mart to get a few things. I was mainly there to buy a jar of peanut butter. The Nintendo 2DS was on sale for $100. I had $170 worth of points to spend at the store. I decided to ask whether there were any systems left. 

The nice man working there said that he'd check in the warehouse. It reminded me of being at Consumers Distributing as a teenager. He asked me what colours I would like. I said blue. Otherwise, any colour would do just fine.

Five minutes later, he came back with the sea green colour, which is also white. I was pleased. It looked nice. I was sold. There is nothing like a few gaming system.

I am like a little kid sometimes. I went to Best Buy to browse games afterwards. I found a used one that was half price. It was Tetris, which is reminiscent of the first game that came with my Game Boy. I bought it.

Naturally, after my purchase, I went back to my car, opened the Tetris box, took out the cartridge, opened my Nintendo 2DS box, powered the device on (it had a full charge!), placed the Tetris game into the slot, and played the game for an hour. Yes, I played a game in my car on a rainy afternoon.

Although many would say that I am mature for my age, it's nice to not act my age on the weekend. It's nice to relive how I felt about playing an arcade game. It's exciting. It's challenging. It sparks my sense of wonder and fun. It makes me happy.

It will be interesting to tell my guy about my purchase. We are similar when it comes to games. We like puzzle and word games more than anything, but we both love pac-man.

No wonder we get along well.

Missing my guy and reflecting on steamy, brief Skype chat

I especially miss my guy (MG) this evening. Two more days are left before we see each other.

The other week, we had a brief messaging session on Skype before we talked to each other. I normally don't bring my phone into the bathroom, but I had a feeling that he would ping me while I was taking a shower.

MG: Hi
MG: Guess you are having your shower
Me: Hey
Me: Yes, just finished showering... me clean!
MG: =)
MG: Wanna talk a bit?
Me: Sure. I have to put some clothes on first.
MG: Don't and turn on your camera. =p
Me: LOL! You won't see much. It's foggy in here!
MG: Oooh, steamy!
Me: Yep, that's me... LOL
MG: LOL

It'll be nice to steam up the treehouse windows soon.

Spanky Pig

Now and again, I like to search Apple's App Store for any games about spanking. Tonight, I came across Spanky Pig.

I can't exactly give you an in-depth review. I have only played it for ten minutes.

The objective is to spank as many pigs as you can within a given time. The pigs move closer to the hands, so you can slap their backsides.

It's fun and challenging so far, but it would have been nicer to be able to upload a picture of someone you know that needs a good spanking, which would replace each pig's face. This feature would motivate me a lot more.

The hand animation would be a lot better if it were a swinging hand that didn't look so stiff!

Of course, they have to keep this game clean so that it gets approved for downloading in the App Store. Perhaps I should design an adult version. Sadly, I don't have time to learn how to develop applications on iOS. Maybe I can coax my guy to design one for me.

We're s-h-o-p-p-i-n-g... we're shopping!

My guy and I are shoppers. Finding out that he loves to shop was refreshing when we first started dating. It still is.

While my guy was in Seattle a few months ago, he was trying to find some power converters that would work in Cairo. I offered to help find him some, eventually getting eight of these power converters for $5 each. We were both pleased with my find. My guy was particularly proud of me, as he felt the satisfaction of benefiting from such a great deal.

I asked my guy to buy me some bagels in Montreal a week or so ago. He didn't hesitate to get me some. I asked him to buy two dozen. He did even better and got me three bags, each of which had nine. I was thankful.

"I am back in Montreal in December," my guy stated. "I can buy you more bagels."
"That would be great," I told him.
"I know how much you like bagels. How many can you store in your freezer?"
"I don't want you to load up your car full of bagels such that you can't fit your stuff in it" I replied.
"They don't take up space at all. Besides, I love it when you have favourite foods that you love eating. I don't mind getting them for you. Whenever you eat a bagel, you can think of me," he said, being his sweet self.
"I can easily fit four of those bags in my freezer," I replied.
"Perfect. I will buy you that many the next time I'm there."

I am a lucky guy to have a handsome, sweet shopaholic getting me yummy bagels in his travels.

We also spent another evening on Skype, shopping online for laser-cut floor mats for his new car. We learned a lot about them together. He likes the fact that my eyes don't glaze over car talk. It's mainly because my dad was a mechanic, who is now retired. I grew up with seeing car parts and such. Car accessories are more interesting, though.

My guy purchased a set of floor mats. I can't wait to see what he thinks of them. I may order a set for my car.

P.S. This blog post's title is a lyric from "Shopping" by Pet Shop Boys.

From flight to teaching, and an automatic punishment

Last night, I drove over to my local Starbucks to get a slice of apple pound cake. Well, it's more like a circular apple pound cake. I like it a lot. It's both comforting and yummy.

In the same parking lot, there was a car with steamed-up windows. That sight made me smile. You could see an arm or two come up slightly now and again. It made me reflect on the numerous treehouse times that my guy and I have had. Sure, it isn't the most private location to be intimate, but it sure beats lying on the ground!

The other night, my guy and I talked over Skype.

"I'm back in the office in a week," my guy explained.
"That week feels like forever," I admitted, obviously missing him.
"I know. It won't be too long," my guy reassured.
"I wish I could meet you at the airport, but you don't have much time," I pointed out, as he gets off the plane to immediately teach a course.
"You know that as soon as I see you that I have to punish you," he hinted.
"Perhaps I should show up at the arrivals level," I remarked, which made him laugh.
"With your cute bottom exposed?" he asked me.
"I am sure the security folks would have an issue with me if I did that," I said, smiling.

It's less than a week now. At least I get to see him at the office for the whole week in a few days, so I'm pleased.

The bagel drop and new car pick-up day

My blog posts are not in chronological order these days. I can only blame it on my Mac mini's issue after upgrading to El Capitan. Although I can use my Mac mini again, syncing photos between it and my iPhone is unpredictable.

Anyway, this post follows the one about my guy driving home from Montreal a couple of Fridays ago. He called me about thirty minutes before he reached the Starbucks in Scarborough. It was good of him to do that. I was at another mall shopping. I told him that I'd meet him soon.

I got to the Starbucks parking lot about ten minutes before he did. I saw him pull into the parking lot. I got out of my car and headed over to his car. My cell phone rang.

"Hey, I'm walking over to your car," I said to him.
"Okay," he replied. "Good timing!"

My guy opened the door. I said hi to him. He reciprocated and noted that it was a bit colder outside. He got out and put on his jacket. He looked good and happy to see me.

We hugged. He smelled good.

"Missed you," I whispered in his ear. He hugged me tighter, which was his quieter version of feeling the same way about me.

We chatted for a bit. He handed me a bag full of sesame bagels. I took a whiff and nearly melted. My guy smiled. He knows how much I love bagels. I thanked him for getting me them.

My guy couldn't stay long. He was heading to Oakville to pick up his new pre-owned car. I asked him whether he had a friend who could drive his other car. He did. He was staying over at that friend's house, as he had an early flight out to Newark the following morning.

He looked down and commented on my Converse sneakers that I was wearing. He remembered my dyeing them purple, as the original purple colour had faded a lot after being in the sun for a long period. He likes them. I do, too.

We hugged once again. I wished him a safe drive and flight. He nodded and told me that he'd call me soon.

It's not easy being with a travelling guy. On this trip, it was nice that he was able to sneak in a couple of quick visits along the way. He told me that he loved seeing me, even if it was for ten minutes this night. The feeling was certainly mutual.

Meeting my guy for lunch as a stop on his trip eastbound and getting a punishment threat

My guy drove to Montreal for business a couple of Sundays ago. He wanted to do lunch with me en route. I was game.

My guy called me at around noon. He sounded sleepy, which worried me.

"You sound like you just got out of bed," I remarked.
"I did, pretty much," he replied.
"That worries me," I admitted.
"I'm in Mississauga," he stated.
"Oh, geez. You have been on the road for an hour!" I calculated.

We agreed to meet at a Starbucks in Scarborough. It is located just off highway 401, so it was perfect for him. As for me, getting to this location would take me fifteen minutes.

I could hear my guy drive away with a dinging noise in the background.

"Put your seatbelt on," I told him politely.
"You can hear that?" my guy remarked.
"Of course," I said. "Good, the warning chiming has stopped."

He chuckled. He knows that I mean well.

I saw him an hour later. He had missed my text message with the exact address. He was going on the exit information that I had given to him, but saw my text after stopping at a gas station close by the Starbucks to fuel his car up.

We met just outside of Starbucks. When we had talked, we both weren't too hungry. However, we were now. We decided to try out the restaurant across from Starbucks. My guy and I held hands as we cut across the parking lot.

We had a good brunch. He went with the Spanish omelette. I went with French toast with strawberries. Both dishes were larger than we had anticipated, but were yummy.

My guy broke the news to me that he had finally put down money towards a pre-owned manual car. I was pleased. He showed me photos. It looked nice.

"So, I get to drive it, right?" I said, teasing him.
"If you get manual driving lessons, I'd be happy to pay for them. Then, we'll see," he said with a grin.

Later on, my guy was complaining about something. I also tease him about his whining.

"Don't make me drive your manual car!" I threatened him, which actually made him stop whining temporarily.

Anyway, my guy perked up. It was probably a combination of seeing me, having food in his stomach, and downing a cup of coffee.

We left about 1.5 hours later. My guy asked me where my car was.

"Do I always have to point it out to you?" teased my directionally challenged guy as he squeezed my hand.
"At least I know where you car is. It's right there!" I said, pointing it out in the fairly busy parking lot.

We walked me over to my car like the true gentleman that he is.

"Give me a hug," my guy said, with his arms extended.
"What happens if I don't?" I asked him after I was in his embrace, hugging him back.
"Well, you'll get punished so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a couple of days," my guy stated casually.

I wished him a safe drive. He blew me a kiss and we parted ways.

My guy's reaction to the Slap It butt lamp

My guy continues to be on the road. He is in New Jersey for the week.

He's an interesting guy. He decided to hit New York, since the Big Apple is so close to Newark. He disliked driving around in the city. He complained about parking prices.

I have never driven in New York. I have always walked, or taken a taxi or the train. Perhaps that is one reason why I love visiting the city. Well, that and visiting M&M's World and the Hershey Store, among other sites.

Anyway, my guy and I were chatting a bit on Skype before we talked. I gave me a link to the Slap It butt lamp.

His reaction was sweet:

A butt lamp that needs to be spanked to light up. It reminds me of someone cute.

I'm still working on having him get it for me as a gift. It's quite the challenge! I may need to cave in and buy it for me.

Happy Thanksgiving! Lunch with my guy a couple of Wednesdays ago

Happy Thanksgiving! I have plenty to be thankful for in my life. Thanks to you for reading along with me, and providing me with support, encouragement, and joy. The same goes for my guy, my family, and my friends.

Considering that most of my Mac mini issues are fixed, I can move on to blogging more regularly. I am thankful for having a working computer.

I still have an issue with syncing my photos correctly to my iPhone. It works perfectly fine when I sync with my iPod classic, mainly because I sync my entire photo collection to it and it fits. My photo collection is too large to fit on my iPhone, so I have to be selective.

Luckily, being selective has made me realize that the sync works fine for all my photos before I upgraded from iPhoto to Photos. In other words, I only get the photos that I want up to April 2015, even though I can see all my photos after that month in the Photos application. Strange, huh?

So, geeky girl, who can't help but to troubleshoot, is trying something new. I am exporting all my photos to my external hard drive. I created a new Photos library and am currently importing all my photos. We'll see if this task works. It takes many hours to complete, which is why I am running this importing process overnight.

Anyway, over a week ago, I wanted to write about my lunch date with my guy. He drove all the way up to my neck of the woods to see me. We live approximately an hour's drive away from work, but in opposite directions. In other words, he drove for two hours to see me.

We went into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. My guy said that I looked cuter than ever. His sweet compliments come out stronger and more frequently when he misses me.

We ordered a couple of dishes, which were pretty big. It worked out well. We ordered a seafood fried rice dish, and a spicy chicken and shrimp dish. We talked and laughed.

We also held hands across the table. I enjoyed that. He then played footsie under the table. I ended up rubbing my leg against his and caressing his knee with my hand. He pulled my leg up and caressed my toes, admiring the metallic dark blue nail polish that I had.

Once we were done eating lunch, we had some quality time in a corner of the parking lot. We got into my guy's car, with my being in the backseat. He backed up the car while caressing my leg. It was nice.

He then got into the treehouse. We hugged. We kissed. He fingered me a few times until I came. I jerked him off until he came. We cuddled. We napped. We woke up in each other's arms. And, we talked.

It was a wonderful afternoon. It was warm inside of his car, so my guy opened his car's sunroof.

I love that my guy enjoys shopping. Many guys don't. The shopping mall that we were at has an outlet store for a major department chain. He asked me about it. I suggested that he take a look.

He also noticed the mall across from the dealership where he was to test drive a car. I told him that the Bay was there, which is a department store that he shops at often. He told me that he'd go there after taking a look at the potential car, too.

We spent three hours together. It was great. We kissed and hugged one final time. He then looked at my leg and placed it on his lap.

"My jeans have a side zipper," I told him.
"Nice," he said, unzipping it and caressing my bare calf.

It's nice that he likes my legs. I love being with him as much as I can.

Fixing issues after my operating system woes and talking to my directionally challenged guy

My guy and I work in the information technology sector. He often tells me that he hates technology. However, he is good at practically everything he works with. His skill set constantly amazes me.

He only has one downfall -- he is directionally challenged. He is heavily reliant upon his GPS, so I know that he never forgets to have it with him.

On the other hand, I sort of make up for his couple of weaknesses. I tend to remember where he has parked his car whenever we are out. I am a geek when it comes to technology. We have mutual respect and admiration for each other's strengths.

So, this post will probably be my last one about my Mac mini issues. Here is the latest since a representative at my local Apple store's Genius Bar wiped out my hard drive and reinstalled the seemingly problematic El Capitan operating system.

The unfortunate part was that none of my external devices were not syncing properly after El Capitan was successfully installed. I am hoping that the next operating system release doesn't cause so many problems!

I am putting together this list of issues and what I did to fix each of them, in case I need to reference what I had done in a year's time:

• Photos library does not appear in iTunes
  It turns out that you need to make your Photos library a system Photos library in the Photos application. The change has to be done in the Photos > Preferences dialog. After you make this change, other applications, like iTunes, can find your Photos library.
• iPhone does not sync properly in iTunes
  It applies to most Apple devices that sync with iTunes. The existing content was a part of my old configuration on my Mac mini. That old configuration no longer exists on my Mac mini. As a result, in the case of my iPhone, it needed to be restored. I could then fully restore the phone using the last backup.
• Even after the first two changes, my photos and music still don't sync with my iPod or iPhone in iTunes
  There are a lot of i-products. Apple seems to be moving away from all that recently, with Apple Photos and Music, as examples. There are more steps to make sure that the Mac mini and the device sync up:

1. Completely exit both Photos and iTunes. Proceed to shut down the Mac mini.
2. My music is on an external hard drive. It needs to be powered down. I also unplugged its USB cable from the drive.
3. Leave all devices turned off for a minute. Power on the drive first, and then the Mac mini.
4. When the Mac mini is fully booted up, connect your iPod or iPhone to the computer.
5. Ensure that you have selected some music and photos to sync. They should sync up fine.

I was able to successfully sync my music and photos on my iPhone again. Currently, I am working on my iPod classic to sync all my music and photos. The latter will take a while. I have over 20,000 songs, which is my entire digital collection.

On Friday, my guy drove back from Montreal. He called me at around 17:00. I had missed his call, probably because I was walking to my car and didn't hear my phone ring. I called him back.

"Hey, did you call me?" I asked him.
"Yes, I did," he said cheerfully. "I thought that you may have been in a meeting."
"I was till 16:45, but I am in my car now," I explained. "I take it that you're driving back right now?"
"I am. I am a third of the way there," he said, with a tinge of being disappointed that he didn't leave earlier.
"It's okay," I replied. "Are you at least over the border into Ontario?" I asked him.
"I'm in Brockville. Where is that?" he asked me, which confirmed that he is still directionally challenged.
"Yes, you are in Ontario. Welcome back!" I exclaimed with glee.
"Thanks. I don't see any French signs anymore, so I am in Ontario."

He's cute. We agreed to meet in Scarborough, close to highway 401. My guy had bagels to deliver to me. We also wanted to see each other as soon as possible.

My Mac mini update and more

I thought that I would check in and say hi. So, hi!

The good news is that the technician at my local Apple store's Genius Bar got my Mac mini up and running on Wednesday. I am blogging again using it.

Unfortunately, the fix required wiping out my Mac mini's hard drive contents and reinstalling the new El Capitan operating system. Of course, things are never smooth after such a restoration. Now, my photos do not sync with my iPhone. Ah, the joys of technology!

It has been a rough week at work. My manager suffered an eye injury. He has lost vision in his left eye. I don't know at this stage whether the vision loss is temporary or permanent, but I am hoping that it is the former. Our team at work is pooling our money for a get-better-soon gift for him. We had thought of flowers, but his particular hospital wing does not allow them. So, I will probably need to resort to chocolates and a get-well balloon when I place the order on behalf of the team. It's the thought that counts the most.

I hope to place the order tomorrow and go see him on the weekend. It makes you appreciate people you work with under such conditions. I hope that he is on the mend.

My guy is currently in Montreal. I had hoped to join him, but we have an intern who started with the company on Monday. I have been training her. She's a good person. Needless to say, this week has been both draining and challenging.

My guy decided to drive to Montreal for his business trip, similar to what I had done back in April. I asked him if he could buy some bagels for me, as they are simply yummy. He didn't hesitate. He told me that they would be my souvenir. He's sweet, as usual.

So, my posts still won't be all that regular until I troubleshoot some minor issues. Wish me luck!

Lunch date on Wednesday with my guy

Late Tuesday afternoon, my guy called me on my cell phone. I was in a meeting and didn't have my phone at hand. When I got to my desk, I felt like pouting because I had missed his call.

He eventually found me online and we sent instant messages to each other. He had figured out that I was in a meeting. I told him that I had less than fifteen minutes before my next one.

He told me that he would be "north of Toronto" on Wednesday. I said that he could be at the North Pole! He was going to look at a car in my neck of the woods. We agreed on meeting for lunch. I asked him to ping me once he was done.

On Wednesday afternoon, he called me a number of times, letting me know what was going on at the dealership. He then asked me to select a restaurant to meet. We met halfway at a Chinese restaurant in Thornhill. Naturally, I had to text him the address to enter into his GPS. Otherwise, he would be completely lost.

My guy called me as I was doing a detour. A lot of construction was happening along the street that the restaurant was on. My guy was already there. I was impressed. I told him to be his attractive and adorable self waiting for me. He chuckled. He liked that.

I eventually found him wandering out of the local grocery store that I often stop at before heading home. He asked me where his car was. It is so typical of him. I pointed it out for him. He then hugged me.

It was a good start to a lunch date. It was also nice to see him in my area and see his smile.

Operating system woes with El Capitan

I have been an Apple fan for at least a decade now. I became one when I had a corrupted .dll file on my old Windows mid-tower and had to reinstall everything from scratch.

For the first time, I have a similar issue, but with Apple's latest operating system, El Capitan, on my Mac Mini. I decided to upgrade to this version the other night. Such a huge mistake!

Windows has the blue screen of death when nothing boots up properly. After installing El Capitan, all I see is the Apple logo and a status bar that does not budge. I have unplugged every cable to my Mac mini, except for the power cable and the monitor cable. I get the same result.

I have a Genius Bar appointment slated for next Wednesday. Luckily, I do have my work and home laptops, so I can still blog and stay connected like the geeky girl that I am.

There is a first for everything. 

I will resume my regularly scheduled blog posts soon!

Slap It... my butt lamp, that is!

I love novelty items. I also have a thing for lamps. And, I like spanking, both giving and receiving. These days, it's more the latter.

Well, my birthday was this past summer. With Christmas coming up, I will ask my guy if he would like to gift me this fine lamp:



Yes, it's a butt lamp called Slap It. You spank your cute butt lamp to turn it on, and perhaps yourself!

It's not a cheap lamp, though. So, my guy will have to spank me first for suggesting that he shell out for such an expensive lamp. I'm okay with that.

Kissing in an elevator to ourselves

There is something exciting and romantic about sharing a kiss in an elevator with my guy. The unfortunate part is that we kiss until we hit the third floor at the office. I shouldn't complain, though. It is a pleasure when we get to kiss in an elevator to ourselves.

My guy and I came back from lunch the other day. He parked his car. We got out and headed towards the office building.

We pressed the button. The elevator came. We were the only ones going into the elevator. Good.

The door closed. My guy cornered me. We kissed passionately, with my guy's body pressed up against mine. I wrapped my hands around his body as we kissed. I could feel his hard member up against my crotch.

"See you later," my guy said to me as the doors opened on the third floor.
"See you," I said, smiling at him.

He blew me a kiss. I waved back at him. It's the perfect way to being an afternoon at the office.

Shopping for a car, sending a sweet note, and missing me

My guy is looking for a car. He tends to get a used car every three to four years. He is looking to get a manual one, as he is tired driving his nearly four-year-old automatic.

He told me the other day that he was going to look for one and to wish him luck. I replied that I would cross my fingers once I was done typing and wanted to hear what happened.

He wrote me a quick message:

Hey there sweet thing,
The car I saw wasn't that great. I will see other cars. Keep your pretty fingers crossed.

I like when we calls me sweet thing. He also misses me when he says that my fingers are pretty in a message.

He's sweet, despite not finding the right car. I told him that he will eventually. He just needs to continue looking.

Grey slacks, Fifty Shades, and Mr. Meanie

My guy and I were headed to our usual restaurant for lunch the other day. He drove us there.

I noticed that he was wearing a nice pair of pants.

"I bought these grey pants from Costco," my guy said proudly.
"I like them. They feel good," I remarked, as I caressed his thigh.
"The only thing is that I have a lot of grey pants. Am I becoming Mr. Grey?" he asked.
"You're getting there," I said, smiling at him. We both know that I love the Fifty Shades of Grey movie.
"We should watch that movie together," he suggested.
"Yes, we should. I can tell you what my favourite parts are," I said. 

Naturally, we both know that I like the spanking scenes.

My guy is my Mr. Grey. I just call him Mr. Meanie.

Rubbing, kissing, and hugging after work

Towards the end of my workday on Monday, I had the urge to ping my guy on our work instant messaging application.

"Are you done for the day?" I asked him.
"Yes. You?" he reciprocated.
"I am. Yay!"
"Would you like to drop by?" he asked me.
"Sure."

I'd say roughly fifteen minutes later, I went to visit him on the third floor. He was sitting in front of his computer, answering e-mails.

We chatted. We held hands. He likes when I am affectionate. I like it when he is, too.

My guy stood up and rubbed the back of my arm. He then moved towards caressing my left breast.

"You are so bad," I said to him.
"It feels good, right?" he asked rhetorically.

It has been a while since he has leaned over while he is standing and I am sitting to kiss me. It was such a sweet kiss. I caressed his head with my right hand as we kissed, with his lips being perpendicular to mine.

I reached over to caress his hard cock. He liked that. I don't normally do it, but it was a lot of fun. He asked me to do it more often. I simply replied that I am and will.

Just before we left the room to head out, my guy and I embraced and kissed some more. It's nice when we are both in the office. It makes work more bearable for both of us.

Conversations with some sexual innuendos mixed in at lunch time

The conversations that my guy and I have are fun. It's the chemistry that we have, as my guy would say.

We were walking over to our usual restaurant for lunch last week. It was becoming a pretty warm day.

"It's so warm. I am overdressed," I remarked, wearing a short-sleeved sweater and a pair of slacks.
"You are always overdressed," my guy said, smirking at me.
"I can't walk around naked in public, you know," I replied.
"I wouldn't mind it at all," my guy stated, approving the idea.

We then sat down at the table and looked at the restaurant menu.

"What are we doing today?" my guy asked me.
"I'd like to do you," I said to him.
"I would love if you would do me," he said approvingly.

All of this excitement happened before we even ordered lunch!

Beetle, lacy panties, and a nice bottom

I rented a Beetle over a year ago when I was in Denver, CO. It was a fun car to drive. The door was a bit heavy to open, simply because I am a sedan girl. Still, I loved driving around in it.

Well, I have yet to see this version of the Beetle in my neighbhourhood. The spanker would need quite the spanking implement on that cute backside.

I found this image on Twitter somewhere. I don't know who to credit, but the image caught my attention, simply because I like lacy panties and this Beetle has a nice backside!

Pleasing him, receiving a hard spanking, and having a dinner date

A couple of Fridays ago, my guy and I had some quality time after work. We left work at around 16:00 and headed to our usual spot.

We had to move to a different parking lot. There were more cars there than normal. My guy found me and we drove across the street to park at the Greek orthodox church. There is a first for everything!

My guy and I parked, and we got into the backseat of my car. We cuddled for a bit, which was nice. He kissed me on my head as I rested it against his chest.

After he had pleasured me nicely and I woke up from being so relaxed, it was my time to please him. I caressed his hard cock that was in his pants. He couldn't take it any longer, which involved my guy removing his pants and briefs, allowing me to touch his erect penis.

We both like intertwining our legs from time to time. This time, my thighs were on top of his, which his erect cock between my thighs. I gentle moved moved my thighs up an down his. My guy seemed to like my thighs playing with his cock.

I ended up giving him a handjob. Our legs shifted a bit, where I simply had my right thigh against his balls and penis. My guy loved all of it. He came all over my hand and thigh. The warmth was nice.

We cleaned up and rested for a while. We then had our usual fun chatting session, which ended up with my protesting that I am a good girl.

"Of course, I am a good girl! My bottom isn't sore," I reasoned.
"Your butt is going to be sore. Where is your wooden ruler?" he asked me in a dopey voice.
"It's in the glove compartment," I said.
"I am too dopey to reach it. Go get it," he summoned.
"You're too dopey to spank me," I insisted.
"No, I can spank you with the ruler. I just can't do it with my hand," he pointed out.
"I don't want to get it," I stated, playing a whiny girl.
"Get it now. Otherwise, your spanking with be longer than you think," he threatened.
"Okay," I said, bending over to get it.
"I want you in that position once you hand the ruler to me."

I handed the ruler to him and assumed the position. He slapped me hard with the ruler. My favourite exchange came something like the following:

"You are a bad girl," he stated, continuing to alternate slaps on each buttock.
"I'm good. You're wrong," I said rebelliously.
"I have told you many times to be good... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 times, at least," with a slap for each counted number.
"You're so mean!"
"You will be a good girl and listen to me," he stated, continuing to smack my backside hard.
"No!"
"Yes, Sir," he prompted me, smacking each buttock with each word.
"No, Sir," I mocked.
"Yes, Sir!" he said, continuing to slap each buttock in succession.

This banter happened for a bit until I bursted out in laugher.

"Why are you laughing?" my guy asked me.
"When you say 'Yes, Sir,' it sounds like someone is saying your name in a horrible Chinese accent!"

We both agreed and laughed. We cuddled some more. I had a nice sore bottom this time.

My guy was hungry. All that fun activity worked up our appetites. We headed to our usual Chinese restaurant, but for dinner. Thank goodness we got a booth. I could rest my sore bottom on the cushioned booth seats.

Dinner date, sweet comments, and potential bad girl and spank me tattoos on my butt

My guy asked whether I was free for dinner on Friday night. We were both at work. I had just finished a meeting. I was game.

We went to our usual Chinese restaurant. We drove over there separately. I got out of my car and my guy was standing next to his, looking at me as I walked towards him. We then went into the restaurant, sat down, and caught up with each other.

My guy is sweet. He was oozing sweet comments about me.

He told me that he saw me walking towards him and loved how cute I am. He went on to say that I was his cute girl who looked like a doll. He told me how proud he was of me and my accomplishments. He truly was in a loving mood.

As we were eating dinner (he had the General Tso's beef and I had the spicy garlic chicken), we got to talking about my pert posterior.

"You are so bad," my guy said to me with a huge smile.
"You know that I am a good girl," I protested.
"No, you're not. Your bare butt should have bad girl tattooed," my guy commented.
"And, my other cheek should have a bullseye that says spank me," I added.
"Yes, and I'd spank you all the time."

There are days when I wish he would spank me for a while. I love being his bad girl.

Spontaneous spanking for allegedly being a bad girl

This past Tuesday, my guy and I went out for lunch. We went to our usual restaurant. It was pretty busy.

We normally get a booth, but we got a table with two wooden chairs instead. We both sat down.

"My butt doesn't hurt," I remarked.
"We can change that," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"You are never a good girl. I need to punish you," he stated.
"When you look up good girl in the dictionary, my face is next to the definition," I teased.
"I don't think so. Your sore red bottom is the photo next to bad girl in that dictionary," he teased.

We had a good time catching up on our day and laughing. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken and he ordered the chilli beef. After we had finished eating, my guy paid and we headed to his car.

My guy made a surprising move and turned right.

"This way isn't to the office," I remarked.
"I know," he said, pulling into a parking lot where we had some treehouse fun the other day.

My guy parked his car.

"I want your butt in the backseat now. I have to punish you," he said.
"You don't have to," I said, playing a frightened little girl.

It has been ages since we went into the backseat of my guy's car. He has a two-door sedan, which can be a challenge climbing in and out of it. We were good doing it, though.

We looked at each other.

"We don't have much time, so I suggest that you go across my knee now," he stated firmly.
"Okay," I said, acting intimidated.

He spanked me with his hand across my dark blue pants. It hurt and I loved every moment. He scolded me for being a bad girl, with each smack seemingly landing harder across my bottom than the previous one. I tried to protect my butt with my hand, but he held it tight, away from my bottom as he continued to spank me. He then skillfully made me reach orgasm, which was a nice release for the afternoon.

I rested across his lap for a bit. He continued to lovingly smack my butt. I asked him whether he was going to stop. He continued. I finally made him stop by getting up and kissing him. We had a decent, passionate kissing session. One of my hands was brushing against my guy's hard cock, which he liked. We both enjoyed making out.

We had to get back to the office, so making my guy happy had to wait for a bit. We got back into the front of my guy's car and my guy drove us to the office.

"I'm still a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"Of course, not," he replied. "You haven't sucked me in ages."

He had a point. It's fun being his bad girl.

Reaching orgasm a few times, and hearing a story afterwards about enjoying spankings and sex

The Friday before the long Labour Day weekend, my guy and I agreed to have some quality time after work. My guy typically ends his teaching day early on Fridays and I was ready to call it quits that day after a number of deadline changes had occurred during the first three hours of the day.

"Hey, there. When would you be free to leave?" My guy asked me online at nearly 15:00.
"Hey! I am ready whenever. I just need my boss to send me something before I send out an e-mail to another writer. I am so bored," I replied.
"I can relate. At least it's Friday."

My guy and I eventually were ready to leave at 16:00. He had an issue with his laptop's battery. I had suggested that he get a new one by dropping by our IT department. He finally did so while I was writing my e-mail. My guy said that he'd wait for me outside the office, sitting on one of the benches. I found him and did a quick caress of his head.

We drove in our respective cars over to our somewhat usual parking lot. I got there a bit later than my guy and noticed that it had more cars than usual. I decided to leave the parking lot and found my guy. He led us to another lot across the street, which was deserted.

So, we had treehouse time. We cuddled for a bit, with my guy kissing my head as I curled up in his arms, as my head continued to rest against his chest. We then kissed for a while.

"You are such a bad girl," my guy whispered in my ear.
"That can't be. I'm a good girl," I protested.
"Not to me," my guy said, groping my butt.

My guy removed my capri jeans first. He then carefully pulled down my lacy black panties, which he remarked were beautiful. He proceeded to pleasure me a handful of times, at one point, fingering both my butt and my wet pussy simultaneously until I came.

I was incredibly lethargic afterwards. My guy likes when I am. It is confirmation that he did a good job.

"I'm sleepy. Tell me a bedtime story," I said, as if I were a little girl.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cutiebootie," he started. "She was a good girl."
"See, I'm a good girl. Even you just admitted it," I interrupted myself briefly from being dopey.
"No, you're a bad girl. Let me finish," my guy insisted.
"Okay," I said, resting my head against the backseat.
"She was a good girl to everyone who knew her. However, only Mr Meanie knew otherwise," he stated.
"That sounds familiar," I replied, which made us both smile.
"Over three years ago, Mr Meanie met Cutiebootie and they fell in love. He has been spanking and having sex with her ever since, and they both love all that."
"And they lived happily ever after," I said, smiling.
"Yes," my guy replied while holding my hand.

The end.

Mouse Jiggle while trying to be a helpful good girl

My guy and I chat about a ton of topics. Recently, over lunch, I told him about an application that I had downloaded on my work computer. It is called Mouse Jiggle, which simulates your mouse moving around, but you don't see the mouse pointer.

It is one of the best little applications. I love it so much. Why? Here's my brief story.

I tend to watch Netflix on my work laptop. I work from home on Wednesdays. After I am done for the day, I watch a movie. If I don't use my mouse, my laptop will automatically dim itself after a certain period due to inactivity. I don't want to miss anything that I am watching, so I would rather have the application simulate my moving the mouse around.

There may also be times where I want to appear to be online, even though I am exhausted and want to take a nap. This application would benefit my guy when he is recovering from jetlag!

Anyway, my guy wrote me an e-mail the other day, asking how I was. He then asked me if I could send him the name of the application or forward a link. Naturally, I did in my response. I signed it as being helpful good girl.

My guy has the best replies. He wrote the following:

Thanks a bunch. Yes, you're a helpful girl, but never good! 

I will always be his bad girl, which is endearing, especially when he tells me that I am due for another spanking.

Lunch, hands, and a mattress showroom

On Thursday, my guy and I had lunch again. We met downstairs in the lobby and then walked to his car. He drove us there and I talked up a storm. He likes when I give him a bit of a talking break, for he had been doing that all morning in his course.

We changed our orders once again. I went with the 1888 chicken. I remember my guy ordering it a while back. We asked the server what 1888 meant, but she just smiled at us. I guess that we'll never know unless I do some research. My guy went with the Szechuan chicken. Yep, we are both in chicken mode still.

My guy looked longingly at my nails. He had made mention the other week that I should try growing my nails longer. So, I had a nearly three-week growth going. The downside is that I can tell that they are too long when they affect my typing accuracy. My writer colleagued noticed that I had made a typo when I quoted the software version number in an instant messaging conversation. I apologized and made another typo in that apology. Luckily, we both have a decent sense of humour.

My guy told me later that one of his students was in the restaurant. We keep it professional when we go out for lunch, but he told me that he wanted to hold my hand across the table so badly. He's sweet. Instead, we held hands in the car.

We had this conversation in his car:

"I am sleepy," my guy admitted.
"Oh, no. You probably ate too much," I replied.
"I need a coffee," my guy replied.
"We could go to Starbucks next door," I teased.
"I am not paying for an expensive cup of coffee when I can get it for free at work," my guy insisted.
"Look, there's a Starbucks billboard. See, someone knows that I am here," I replied, which my guy knows that I am a regular at that chain.
"And, we're passing by a mattress store, so it knows that I am sleepy," he remarked.
"Yes, maybe you can test out a bed and fall asleep on it," I suggested.
"I would rather have you with me on the bed," my guy stated, perking up a bit.
"Yes, we can be intimate on the bed in a showroom. It's not a show without us. Otherwise, it would just be a room."
"Of course," my guy grinned. "We need to make sure that we have a headboard that is padded, so I don't take you from behind and cause a concussion."

Our conversations are never dull. We continued holding hands as he headed back to the office.

The naughty spoon to accompany the naughty bottom

I came across this wonderful photo on Heidi Klum's Instagram feed.

I love the idea of having a naughty spoon. She has a nice backside.

My guy got me a slotted wooden spoon a couple of months into our being an item. I still have it.

Perhaps I should also call it my naughty spoon and have my guy use it on me whenever I am bad, which would be all the time to him. I can't complain.

My guy is Mr. Fix-it when my bottom no longer smarts

Last Tuesday, when my guy and I were seated at a booth in our favourite Chinese restaurant for lunch, we had this conversation.

"My bottom doesn't hurt," I observed, thankful that we had padded seats in our booth.
"I can quickly fix that," my guy said, without missing a beat.

It's nice when he is into spanking me often. I am glad that he is sticking around for a bit before he travels again on business.

Lunch, phone unlocking, and a threat to my backside

Last Tuesday was a bit unpredictable as far as my guy's availability for lunch. A mutual colleague of ours, who lives in Saudi Arabia these days, flew back to Toronto attend my guy's course. My guy said that this colleague had made mention of doing lunch with my guy on Tuesday. So, our date lunch may not happen.

Well, my guy pinged me first thing in the morning. He told me that this colleague didn't show up for his course. My guy asked whether I was still free to have lunch with him. Although I had packed my lunch, I was good with deferring my goodies for dinner and having lunch with my guy. He was relieved.

We went out for lunch at 12:30 pm. My manager had scheduled a last-minute meeting with me and another manager from noon till 12: 30 pm. I advised my manager that I had to do a hard stop at 12:30 pm, for my guy's lunch slot isn't too flexible. My manager tends to talk a lot. Sure enough, it happened and the meeting dragged on. I got up from the meeting, excused myself, and left. I also let my guy know that I was running a few minutes later.

My guy and I met downstairs and headed to his car. We drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant. He ordered my dish from the day before, which was spicy garlic chicken. I went with the chilli chicken. Yep, we are still in chicken mode.

My guy turned a bit serious for a brief moment during our conversation.

"I have a favour to ask of you," he said seriously.
"Oh, no. Is this work-related?" I asked, knowing that it wasn't.
"No. Your cell phone plan is with Telus, right?" he asked me.
"Are you going to tell me your old puns again about cell phone providers?. Telus about your day. Rogers, that, buddy! That rings a Bell," I teased my guy, while giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Wow, now I don't know what I was going to ask you after that rant," he smiled.
"Maybe that's a good thing," I replied.
"I need to unlock my phone and need a different SIM card. You have a nano SIM, too, correct?" he asked me.
"Yes," I replied. "I can help you after work."
"Thank you. That would be great."

My guy and I are pretty consistent when it comes to unlocking phones as of late. I have done it with two of my phones. He has done it with the last two phones that he has owned.

After work, I dropped by a meeting room on the second floor where my guy was teaching his course for the week. My guy was bent over to reach for something. I was admiring the view from afar. I enjoyed it.

My guy and I sat together to unlock his phone. We exchanged SIM cards, with my guy carefully inserting my nano SIM into his phone. He wanted me to record the procedure, in case something went wrong. It was my first time recording video on my phone, which turned out well. He successfully unlocked his phone. We also tried the data. We had to change a setting and it worked like a charm.

We packed up. I teased my guy over something.

"You're such a bad girl," he hinted.
"I'm not. I am a good girl, as always," I replied.
"No, you are never a good girl. If I had a wooden ruler, I would show you how bad you are."

It's nice when he threatens me that way. It's quite the turn-on.

Having lunch at our usual restaurant and sitting on a wooden chair after a hard spanking

It's a great week when my guy is in the office. It means that we go out for lunch. It's really a daily mini date.

Last Monday, my guy pinged me on our corporate instant messaging application, asking if I was ready to go at 12:30 pm. I was. We met downstairs in the lobby, like we normally do.

My guy liked my earrings. You can finally see my earrings because my hair is shorter these days.

We got into my guy's car. He immediately noticed my pink nail polish. He liked what he saw. He reached for my left hand. We held hands all the way to our usual Chinese restaurant as he drove. It's sweet. I tend to be the one who initiates reaching for his hand when we're in the car. It was a nice change.

We walked into the restaurant that we haven't set foot in for a while. It was busy. We sat down at a table with wooden seats.

"My butt still hurts," I remarked after I was seated.
"Good. You deserved that spanking," he said nonchalantly, and then looked at me with a huge smile.

Lunch was great. We talked, ate, and laughed. He ordered the ginger chicken, as I had corrected predicted. I ordered the spicy garlic chicken. Yep, we both felt like chicken.

After lunch, we headed back to the office. We held hands some more. It was a great day.

Mini second spanking after the first one

Resting in my guy's arms after having been spanked, we were chatting.

Somehow, he went on one of his pun tangents. Additionally, he told me that we needed more lubricant and that we should get it from something like cocksandasses.com. I immediately woke up from my dopey state and gave my guy a confused look.

"What?" my guy exclaimed. "You don't like it?"
"I am completely awake now," I said.
"You rolled your eyes," he remarked. 

We were in a nice embrace. He hiked up my skirt and found my bare left buttock. He smacked it hard several times. I had to rub it, for it hurt.

"Your hand needs to be on my cock," he told me, carefully moving my hand from shielding my buttock to his erect penis.

He smacked my left buttock again. It was hard. It hurt even more. I told him so. My hand left his hard penis. I had to rub my buttock some more.

"That hurts, especially after my first spanking," I told him.
"Good. You should just say that my Web site URL and puns were both clever and funny. Since you didn't, I had to punish you."

I do like getting an immediate second spanking. It hurts, though. However, it's nice that he likes to dish it out.

Unfortunately, I was left with another lopsided spanking. He hugged me some more afterwards, as we continued to chat some more in the treehouse.

Absence makes my bottom sore after a hard spanking

I playfully acted reluctant to go over my guy's knee. Instead, we made out some more, with my being on my knees, straddling him as he sat in the treehouse. It was wonderful. We truly missed each other after being apart for three weeks.

Finally, I went over his knee. My black lace-trimmed panties were already down my thighs. My guy hiked up my short navy skirt. He caressed my bare buttocks briefly. My punishment then took place.

As promised, he didn't ease into my spanking. He started smacking me hard across each buttock with his bare hand, alternating while calling me a bad girl. It hurt. My protests were ignored as he methodically spanked each buttock hard. I told him that he was being mean and the smacks grew in intensity.

He had had enough of my calling him Mr Meanie. He spanked my right buttock ten times in rapid succession.

"You always give me a lopsided spanking!" I exclaimed.

Of course, it isn't smart to make such a remark while exposing my bare bottom to him. He proceeded to give me the same number of fast smacks across my left butt cheek.

"How's that?" he asked me.
"That hurt!" I whined playfully.
"Good. There's more."

He was right. He tested my pussy to see how wet I was. He proceeded to tease me by fingering me. I wanted to cum badly, but he would stop and spank me some more. Finally, he let me reach orgasm. It was intense and nice.

I remained across his lap, limp. He kissed my bare right buttock three times. He's sweet. He then rubbed my bottom.

I got up and hugged him tightly. I love being in his embrace, especially with a sore bottom. 

Being pleasured an hour after my guy's flight touches down

My guy texted me on Saturday night. His flight had landed just before 20:00. I was thrilled. I welcomed him back. He liked that.

We met an hour later. He looked extremely good, which happens when you miss someone you love for three weeks.

We didn't plan what we were wearing, but we both went with a striped shirt. Mine was a white-and-purple v-neck t-shirt. He had a white-and-blue polo shirt.

He took one look at me as I sat in my car next to his in the parking lot at work and smiled.

"Hello, pretty girl," he said, with a huge grin on his face.

We got into the treehouse. We traded gifts. Mine were from my trip to Las Vegas in July. I had completely forgotten to give them to him. He gave me a cute iPhone case to fit my new phone (it's the same case that I had purchased in Istanbul, except that it's larger) and a glass screen protector. I got him candy and a retractable back scratcher. The latter is pretty neat. I have one, too.

He told me that I looked cuter than he remembered me last. He touched my hair and loved how it framed my face. I ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his right cheek. He has smooth skin for a guy.

We embraced for the longest time. I love being in his arms. He squeezed me and told me multiple times that he missed me.

Next came a indulgent period of kissing. I lose myself in his sweet kisses. It's enjoyable.

We came up for air. He then caressed my left buttock under my skirt, and touched my bare thigh, working his way down my leg to my calf. He then spent a moment to touch my thigh some more.

"You've been a bad girl," he whispered in my ear. "You need to be punished."
"Can't we extend this spanking-free streak?" I asked him.
"I'm afraid not," he said.

We kissed some more before he played with my breasts. He carefully positioned me so that I was leaning back, with the backseat supporting me. I had a black bra under my t-shirt, which drove him crazy. Out came my left breast and he immediately sucked my nipple. It felt so good.

He then lifted my skirt up, pulled down my matching black panties, and proceeded to finger me until I came. It took almost no time.

"I guess I haven't been a bad girl," I remarked.
"Sure, you have," he remarked, while guiding me over his lap.

Part two needs to be in another post. Otherwise, I am writing a novel here!

My guy is back and I have a sore bottom

My guy is back. He is sweeter than ever. He got me a new case and glass protector for my new iPhone 6.

He told me that I look cuter than ever. I thought that he was delusional. I was wrong. He missed me. The feeling is definitely mutual.

He also gave me quite the spanking tonight. I loved it. My sore bottom concurs.

Botox, spanking, and balls

Sometimes, the conversations that my guy and I have are different. It's probably due to missing each other, being in different timezones, and being horny.

My guy decided to try botox while in Istanbul. He has a couple of eleven lines between his eyebrows, which make him feel like he's always angry. Apparently, the botox injections there are of better quality than those that he got locally in the greater Toronto area.

"I can't wait to see you wrinkle-free skin," I told him over the phone.
"You won't be able to kiss me. You will be bent over that boardroom table, with your bare bottom exposed for me to spank you, remember?" he replied, referring to our conversation the day before.
"But, I want to kiss you," I insisted.
"Your butt can kiss my balls and I take you from behind," he replied.

Ah, romance at its finest! And, yes, we have a seven-hour difference.

Is it Saturday yet? He comes home in less than two days. Yay!

Clothing requests for a spanking good time

My guy and I have been communicating a lot as of late, despite being thousands of kilometres away from each other. It's nice. Just when you think that you can't grow any closer with someone you love, you actually do. It's refreshing.

Even when my guy is deprived of sleep and is tired, he still manages to express that he misses me.

"I can't wait to see you on Saturday and be close to your lips to kiss them," he said to me.
"That's sweet," I replied.
"I miss your breath a couple of inches away from me," he said sweetly.
"I can't wait to see you. It has been a long time," I remarked.
"It has. Can you wear a skirt that isn't made of thick material?" he asked me.
"Of course," I replied. "It's the middle of summer, so I won't be wearing wool or anything."
"I like when you wear summer skirts. I like resting my hand over your skirted thigh," he admitted.
"I like when you do, too. Eventually, your hand makes it under my skirt."
"I know. I love when you wear those black lacy panties. I can't wait to bend you over, spank you, and see shades of pink under those panties."

He certainly knows how to make this girl smile. I wish that Saturday were here already.

My guy misses me and can't wait to spank me

Whenever my guy is away, I tend to miss him a ton. Sometimes, it's to the point where it hurts.

Over the years, I have learned to cope. He travels for a living. We both accept that fact and try our best to handle it.

My guy isn't as expressive as I am, but he was on Friday. In the afternoon, he contacted me on Skype. We chatted for a bit. I was about to have my mid-year review at work. So, it wasn't exactly wise for us to engage in phone sex. We can't have me dopey and lethargic!

My review with my boss went well, as my guy had predicted. My boss wanted to go out for a drink with me, which was unchartered territory for me. I was game, though. We ended up having a beer each and appetizers. It was essentially my dinner.

My manager went to use the men's room. I switched on my phone and there was a Skype message from my guy. He had a flight to catch at 06:30 from Istanbul to Cairo. He didn't think sleeping for a couple of hours was worth it. I texted him that I was wrapping up dinner. He told me to take my time.

It was a good outing with my boss. We get along, which helps a ton! The food and beer were yummy.

I got into my car and called my guy on Skype. It's nice to drive home talking to him.

A few hours later, my guy pinged me on Skype again. He was at the most amazing airport lounge in Istanbul, which I can attest to. He sounded sleepy when I talked to him, but he was in good spirits.

"I can't wait to see you again. I need to spank you hard," he insisted.
"Can't you go easy on me and ease me into it, such as giving me a number of light smacks across my bottom?" I suggested.
"No, I have to spank you hard right from the start. You have been such a bad girl that I want you to remember your punishment for many days after it."
"You're such a meanie," I replied.
"I know. I miss you so much these days. It's tough when you are so many kilometres away," he admitted.

My guy comes home in a week. I can't wait.

Remembering purchases, giving new gifts, and buying a taser

I recently got a new cell phone. I have had an iPhone 5 for the past three years. My cell phone contract has finally expired. So, I switched providers to go with a discount that I get with my employer. So far, so good.

I now am using an iPhone 6, and love the slightly larger screen and fingerprint recognition feature. It's fun!

The other night on Skype, I told my guy about it. I only have one cell phone case. It's nice, but I love the M&M's characters and need one for this new phone.

My guy remembered that, when we were in Istanbul, I had purchased an M&M's phone case and a glass protector for my iPhone 5.

We talked today about his day. He went to his favourite market in Istanbul after work.

"I bought you an M&M's case in purple," he told me.
"I'm so excited! Thank you," I responded with glee.
"You're welcome. I also got a glass protector for your new phone. I know how much you loved the one that you bought last year."

He's sweet and thoughtful, as always.

He also shared what other goodies he had purchased.

"I also got a taser," he said nonchalantly.
"What are you going to do with it? Go into law enforcement?" I asked him curiously.
"Well, if you resist getting your next spanking from me, I will tase you," he joked.
"You're mean!"

He got it because he was curious to see how it works and it was just dirt cheap.

"I can lend it to you to knock some sense into some of your lazy colleagues on your team," my guy suggested.
"I don't think that would work. They need an electric chair."
"You're so bad," my guy stated, laughing.

It has been a while since I have seen my guy. Naturally, I need some discipline.

Reinforcing that I am a bad girl in an e-mail

My guy is in Istanbul for the week for work. He is staying at the same hotel that he and I had spent together last November. He told me on Skype yesterday that he misses me because the hotel reminds him of all the fun that we had together.

My guy wrote a quick e-mail to me before I headed off to work on Monday, replying back to an e-mail that I had sent the other day.

Dear bad girl with a cute butt that needs to be spanked,
Glad things are good on your end. Will try to get in touch tonight (after catching some sleep, hopefully).

He misses me a ton. He spanked me long and hard in our hotel room. It was wonderful.

And yes, that pun was intentional!

Blog posts, texting, and gifts

One of the main reason why I haven't posted much these days has been because I have been texting on Skype with my guy. When my guy was in Seattle, we had a three-hour time difference. Luckily, I am a night owl, so we would text at around midnight my time. This period is normally dedicated to my blogging up a storm.

So, I have been moonlighting here and there, trying to find alternative times in the day to blog. It's difficult, especially when I work long hours.

Anyway, I hope to get back to more regular blog posts. This post is a good start.

A week ago, my guy brought back a number of gifts for me. Here they are in no particular order:

• Selfie stick
  I have been fighting getting one. I don't exactly want to join the self-absorbed number out there who take lots of photos of themselves. My guy and I thought that it's helpful to have one when you are travelling alone. We tend to ask other tourists to take our photos, but they don't always turn out as great as you had hoped. I always joke that you can't see the background when I take a selfie because my head is so big. My guy laughs at my remark, but he has always insisted that I exaggerate that point. He says that roughly two-thirds of a person's head is in a selfie.
  
  Anyway, he got me a selfie stick with a button on the stick itself. It's pink (he couldn't find one in purple, so this colour is my next preferred one). I must admit that it is a lot of fun. I will use it when I travel and when I want my guy to be in a photo with me.
  
  He bought this item in Seattle for $10. The same model is double the price in Toronto.
  
• A glass popcorn popper
  To make a long story short, I like small appliances. I already have a popcorn popper. My guy and I were talking about small appliances. I indicated that I wanted a s'mores maker, but they are only sold during the holiday season. I don't get that, considering that you have s'mores when you go camping.
  
  I had mentioned to my guy that he could get me a hot dog maker. He flat out doesn't want me to indulge in hot dogs, which I find delicious. In our conversation, he joked that my wanting a hot dog maker was making him angry and said that I should be punished for bringing that request up. I pouted and my guy caved.
  
  "Why are you saying yes to buying me a hot dog maker?" I asked him.
  "I would buy you anything," my guy said in his sweet way.
  "You're caving," I replied.
  "I know, but I can't be Mr Meanie forever."
  
  Anyway, I like the idea of popping kernels in a glass container in a microwave, without adding oil. So, he bought that for me, which I love.
• Dark chocolate edamame from Trader Joe's
  A couple of years ago, I had mentioned to my guy that I loved dark chocolate edamame. I love edamame and dark chocolate separately. Naturally, I would love them together. My guy went to Trader Joe's for the first time and bought me a couple of boxes.
  
  I had mentioned casually that I was rationing my last box. He brought back two more boxes. I don't have to ration for a while.
  
• LED light for seasonal affective disorder
  My guy suffers from bouts of depression. I get sad now and again, but it is nowhere as serious as what my guy deals with. Instead, my mood goes downhill when it's cloudy outside, especially during the winter.
  
  When I lived in the Central timezone (Manitoba and Minnesota, specifically), there were far more sunny days than there are in southern Ontario. When it's cloudy outside, I feel sluggish and blah.
  
  When my guy and I first started dating, I told him about a light that I strap around my head that improves my mood. It works, but it's not the most comfortable device, especially for someone like me who has bangs and can't see what I am doing. My guy got me a stand LED light that does the same thing, except that it sits on the table next to you. It solves my I-can't-see issue with the headlight strapped around my head.

My guy gives thoughtful gifts. I still have to talk about the gifts that he got me when he was in Mexico.

Floor letters in an elevator

Sometimes, the conversations that my guy and I have can be amusing.

"You are such a bad girl," my guy tells me after I have teased him.
"But, I'm a good girl," I said in protest.
"No, you are never a good girl," he tells me, as we both walk towards the elevator.
"Yes, the elevator has the letter G, which stands for good," I reply.
"That's not what it stands for. It also has the letter B, which stands for bad. Using your lettering, put B and G together and we have you, a bad girl," he insists.
"You're being Mr Meanie again," I reply.
"There should be a letter C as a floor. You're cute."

He's sweet.

Bon voyage with gifts and a handjob

I learn more about my guy each day. He never ceases to amaze me with what he does and feels.

My guy arrived in Toronto at 06:00 last Sunday. He took the redeye from Seattle. He told me that had the flight not been that early, he would have asked me to meet him. I wanted to, but that time is even too early for me to attempt to get myself to the airport.

Several hours later, my guy had a flight to catch at 16:30. He asked whether I'd like to meet him before his flight. Without any hesitation, I agreed.

My guy knows me too well. I am punctual. We had agreed to meet at 13:30. He called me as I was pulling into the parking lot at work. He was running a bit late, as he had to pick up some work-related manuals from Purolator. He told me not to worry and that he had bought me gifts that were waiting for me in in trolley (it's really a wooden locker).

The problem? I had my access badge to get into the building, but not my badge to get onto my office floor. Oh, well.

My guy arrived about fifteen minutes later. He parked his car next to mine. The delay allowed me to clean up the trunk area of my car. I smiled at him. He did the same.

He got into the passenger side of my car.

"May I kiss you?" he asked me.
"Don't you want to say hi?" I asked, as I caressed his smooth face.
"Kissing you is saying hi," he replied, kissing the palm of my hand.
"You shaved," I remarked, loving his smooth lips tenderly kissing my hand.

I caressed his head, running my fingers through his hair. I smiled.

"I love your new haircut. You look cute," he replied.
"Thanks. You look good, too."

We locked lips. It felt like ages since we did. I got to touch his chest, which felt wonderful. He looked at my hands and loved the peach nail polish that I had on.

"Did you want a lift to the airport?" I asked him. Normally, he takes a taxi.
"If it means that I can spend more time with you, yes," he replied.
"How much crap do you have to take with you?" I asked.
"A lot," he chuckled. "Let's get out of the car, so I can give you a proper hug."

My guy unloaded two suitcases, a box of manuals, and his computer bag into my car's trunk. At one point, he did so while holding my hand.

When he was done doing all the heavy lifting (he's very protective of me and doesn't want me to re-injure my back), he grabbed me close and hugged me.

A couple of weeks ago, I was sad about feeling like I was all alone. My guy remembered that.

"I want to let you know that you are always loved and wanted. I may be far away from you, but you matter to me. You are my sweetness."

We probably hugged for a good couple of minutes. It felt good. I felt reassured and loved. It was much needed!

My guy said that we should go upstairs so that I could collect my gifts. I told him that we didn't have time. My guy insisted. It would only take five minutes. He was right.

We kissed going up and down the elevator. He was the perfect gentleman in carrying my bag of goodies for me and loading them into my car.

To make things interesting, my guy was getting horny. We managed to squeeze some time in to give him a handjob. It's never a dull moment with him! My guy had missed touching his hard member. He came almost instantaneously.

We quickly cleaned up. I was so glad that I was driving.

We held hands, had a fun chat, and managed to get him to the airport at a decent time. He looked for a cart. I unloaded the two smallest items from my trunk. He came back and told me to look pretty. He insisted on doing all the heavy lifting. He called me a bad girl, which was good to hear again.

I wished him a safe flight. We hugged some more.

"I love your haircut. It's the perfect summer hairdo," he told me, as I headed to my car.
"I love your hairdo, too," I said, which made my dopey guy smile.

Being close with my guy from afar

During my guy's two-week trip to Seattle, his hotel's Internet connection was horrible. It was okay for us to text on Skype, but it wasn't a strong enough signal for us to chat.

The last night that my guy was at that hotel, we started off texting, but he insisted on hearing my voice.

"I will use my phone's data plan," my guy stated.
"Will that be a lot to expense?" I asked him.
"It's okay. I have done it in the past."

It was nice talking to him. To make a long story short, I was helping my guy buy voltage converters. He has to travel to Cairo and needed a number of them. He was flying back home for a few hours before jetting off to Cairo. I offered to do the shopping and save him some time. He greatly appreciated it.

He asks for my opinion on various topics. He had bought a new suitcase and asked me what I thought of a hard shell versus a soft one. He felt reassured after I told him my view. It eased his mind.

I could hear in his voice that he missed me. He asked me to take a selfie of my new haircut. I don't like taking selfies, but he wanted to see me badly. I did and he loved the new hairdo. He wanted to see me on Sunday badly. The wait was too long for both of us.

On Saturday morning, I had slept in. Half an hour later, my guy called me on my cell phone. It was nice to start the day hearing his voice and chatting. His flight was later in the day, so he had time to shop and do some touristy stuff.

In the afternoon, my guy called me again from Macy's. He was looking for a jacket. I talked about getting all the voltage converts at great sale prices. He was so happy, because he is Cheap Bastard. He couldn't wait to see me again. The feeling is always mutual.

We texted before his flight, too. We are like teenagers in love. We can't get enough of each other. 

Being apart this time around has made us closer than ever.

Careful listening leads to a trip to Walmart

My guy is thoughtful. Sometimes, it blows me away.

The other night, we were talking on Skype. Somehow, our conversation led me to talk about a s'mores machine. I saw one a while back at Walmart, but never got around to buying one. I do love s'mores.

Anyway, we had this text conversation on Skype last night. My guy is still in Seattle:

MG: I went to Walmart today
Me: Ooh, Walmart. Any goodies?
MG: They never heard of the s'mores machine
Me: :(
Me: You're sweet for trying to track one down.
MG: I was hoping they would carry it
Me: I saw one here at Walmart in Stouffville a while back.
MG: It would have been a nice surprise that makes you smile that charming smile of yours

It's thoughtful that he remembered that I wanted a s'mores maker and he took the time to find one. Apparently, you can order the s'mores maker online, but it's not the same case finding one at stores. 

We often have disagreements about hot dogs. There is a hot dog machine available. I'd like one, but he is against my eating a ton of hot dogs, as if I would overdose on them. He told me that I was a bad girl. I like when he does that. It's fun pushing his buttons and teasing him.